White Kong Dong #29

Lacy's never seen a cock like Sascha's. Thick, veiny, pale, and already half-hard when he drops his pants. She actually laughs out loud, then sinks to her knees and wraps both hands around it. Every dick she's ever taken flashes through her head while her mouth stretches wide to fit that fat head. Her pussy's soaked before she even gets him to the back of her throat. She keeps sucking, spit running down his shaft, thinking there's no way that thing fits inside her tiny frame. But five minutes later she's on her back, legs spread, taking the whole monster in slow, grinding strokes, her natural tits bouncing and her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face. The ink on her hips flexes every time he bottoms out. By the time he flips her over and pounds her from behind, she's creaming all over that cock like she was built for it. Every inch disappears, over and over, until she's shaking and he finally unloads deep inside her.